If You Think Bakugo Is The Possessive/jealous One Between Bakudeku Are We Even Consuming The Same Piece

when u think about his soulful brown eyes…

CAVEMAN DOING STANDUP: two moons ago, me daughter ask for new furs. no want mammoth or giant sloth, no, now want cheetah fur. me so tired of "fast fashion."

OTHER CAVEMAN: [plays a rimshot on two coconuts and a scallop shell]

Turn based sex. Take as long as you need to think of a strategy.

you are pissing me off

@cat-spotted

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KACCHAN!

Check out my new BKDK mafia boss fic!

Title: Zero to Overdrive

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Midoriya Izuku

Word count: 8,644

Chapter: 1/35

Summary: Eyes widening, Katsuki takes in thick thighs, a tight ass and broad shoulders; a fucking sleeper build that could knock Katsuki flat on his ass. He takes in freckled skin and dark green hair, before locking onto eyes so green and bright Katsuki feels his breath catch.

Fuck.

Is that Deku?

Mouth quirking up into a soft smile, a deep voice says the name he never thought he'd hear again, “Hi, Kacchan…”

_____

At 10 years old Izuku was kidnapped by a rival mafia boss.

Almost a decade and a half later, Izuku and Katsuki, both Heads of their own Mafia organizations, reunite by chance. After a misunderstanding they struggle with the idea of pursuing a romantic relationship.

Unfortunately, they just can’t stay away.

However their relationship is not only weighed down by their own issues, but the whispers of rising threats in the criminal underground that threaten its very foundation. And Izuku’s past may be the key to unlocking the information to defeat them.

[Ao3 link]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

Nice, Izuku likes when his organs are in ‘relatively good shape.’

Source: unknown

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My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

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